I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God

My fourth senior brother took my confused self into our master’s dwelling.

The interior was dim and lacked even a bed.

There was a worn-down drawer, a table, and two chairs—it was exactly as I remembered.

Fourth Senior Brother spoke in his signature dull voice.

[Sit down.]

“Ah, yes...”

I didn’t know what was happening, but I found it difficult to ask questions.

In the first place, the mood that Fourth Senior Brother commanded was quite unique.

Fourth Senior Brother had his back to me as he messed with the tea set, and a calm smell soon flowed throughout the area.